Graduation

Breaking the mould and venturing over alone to Scotland to study has proved a successful task as I am now officially a Graduate! Always apart of the Robert Gordon University family - never a 'former' graduate. Robert Frost’s ‘The Road Not Taken’ has always been a poem close to my heart. Straying off the path and moving away from home was the best decision I have ever made. I’m now officially a grown up and being forced into the real world with my 2:1 degree to flaunt :) 

It’s so surreal how quickly the graduation passes. There’s so much hype – booking the fancy graduation dinner, the outfit (restricted to black or white makes it difficult!) and the inevitable worries of falling or tripping on stage - but then the day arrives and it’s over in a flash.

Dressing up in your Harry Potter gown, posing for countless pictures, strolling onto stage and departing with a massive grin because the stress is finally over…Done and dusted! Then, of course, there’s the old style American tossing of the hats – trying to capture that ‘spontaneous’ moment celebrating the end of our education. 

My Mam and little sister (for the first time ever!) graced Aberdeen with their presence and cheered me on as I accepted my degree. I reckon they witnessed more than they bargained for with Scotsman in their kilts and a parade of bagpipes at the ceremony. I am the eldest in the family to graduate so may as well have given them something to remember compared to an Irish graduation (not that I've ever been to one!). Then the day progressed quietly...Family photos were taken, lunch with friends at a cocktail bar was shared, and an intense game of competitive bowling was had. 

Simplicity at its finest.

raebelle

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